For those who lead soldiers, who doesn't want his men to be as fierce as dragons, as brave as tigers, and as good at fighting as kings of soldiers? But reality can't be so perfect.
In the early days of liberation, China had just emerged from the war, had no food and clothing, and the average life expectancy was only thirty-five years old. It was a miracle that a person could live to adulthood without illness or disaster, and it was a complete luxury to want to be tall and strong.
Zhou Qingfeng is 1.8 meters tall. He is not particularly tall in the real world, but he definitely stands out on the Korean battlefield. When others look at his size, they think that a squad leader of a sharp knife squad should be like this. But most of his men are only 1 meter tall.
Six, 'Douding' is the shortest, only a little over 1.5 meters.
No matter in terms of height or age, 'Dou Ding' is only half a boy. Although he lied about his age to join the army and join the court, he is very proud of his identity. Especially when he is under Zhou Qingfeng, he can still have enough food and clothing, and is not subject to any influence.
Beating and scolding, and also teasing Americans into applauding, is even more magical.
But in the sharp knife class, needless to say, there is no big thing that cannot be accomplished by squad leader Zhou. The deputy squad leader is strict and conscientious, and he takes care of all the small things in the class. 'Old Machine Gun' is experienced and well-informed. Others are also different.
They all have their own abilities. Except for 'Douding', who is a little clever, he is not very good at everything.
Although others don't know it, in an army that only cares about ability but not sympathy, Douding is somewhat discriminated against and feels that he is a drag on the whole class. Because of this, he has been looking for opportunities to prove himself.
Normally, with Zhou Qingfeng in charge, there was nothing that required 'Dou Ding' to express himself. But the tank that had just exploded seriously injured Zhou Qingfeng, and the other team members either died or disappeared. 'Dou Ding' was full of enthusiasm.
Stubbornness emerged instead, and he was determined to blow up the tank.
The seriously injured Zhou Qingfeng needed to supplement his nutrition, so he stuffed food into his mouth desperately. The powerful self-healing ability was urging the body to provide sufficient nutrition, and the digestive system adjusted to the most efficient working state, which also brought huge suffering to Zhou Qingfeng.
sense of hunger.
However, a US Army member had only eaten half of his C meal when Zhou Qingfeng watched Douding running towards the direction of the tank with an explosive pack. He yelled: "Douding, are you looking for death?"
But this time, the always talkative 'Dou Ding' was stubbornly silent. Zhou Qingfeng could only throw away the half-eaten C meal, grabbed the carbine and followed. If he didn't follow, that stupid little soldier wouldn't even be able to tank.
Can't even touch the edges.
Just a few houses away, dozens of U.S. troops responsible for encircling and suppressing the sharp knife squad were encircling them. They relied on a tank and kept approaching the roof of one of the houses. A machine gun on the roof was firing happily, but the enemy did not
If you shoot against him, a grenade will knock him away.
There was a loud explosion. The house with civil structure could not withstand such damage and collapsed completely. A few embarrassed figures escaped from the flying bricks and debris. The American soldiers following the tank immediately opened fire with full firepower.
He killed two of them.
Among the figures who were killed, one rushed towards the tank, and he was holding a smoking explosive bag in his hand. The US military hiding behind the tank immediately shouted wildly: "Take shelter, there is explosive!"
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There was another loud bang, and the explosive package exploded seven or eight meters away from the tank. The American troops behind the tank all shrank their heads and necks, feeling a strong wind blowing past their eyes. The debris mixed in the strong wind became extremely deadly.
, those without shelter were immediately beaten until they were bleeding profusely.
A few seconds later, the bombed objects fell down in a ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong with the role of the tank.
"Are those bastards dead?" After the dust settled, the tank commander looked out from the turret observation hole, but could see nothing. The streets outside were completely unrecognizable and were completely in ruins.
Bang..., the tank commander opened the turret hatch again and got out. He glanced at the messy environment around him, turned back and shouted to the soldiers following the tank: "Follow me up to have a look, and pay attention to protect the sides of the tank."
The rumbling tank moved forward again, and the collapsed earth wall continued to shatter under the tracks. The American soldiers wanted to see a few decent corpses, but they only saw a large crater.
The crater was so deep that the tank had to turn to avoid sinking into it. It gave way to the front, revealing the American soldiers hiding behind it.
At this moment, a fire point suddenly appeared in the ruins more than ten meters away. With a short burst of fire, the tank commander on the turret was knocked limp and fell into the turret.
The American soldiers behind the tank immediately concentrated fire and attacked. The gunner of the turret was also furious. As soon as the barrel turned, a grenade was fired. Without waiting for the shell to be launched, several grenades in succession were thrown over first and exploded.
Smoke obscures the battlefield again.
The 'old machine gun' popped out of the soil, and the blood on his forehead was mixed with sand and dust, almost blinding his eyes. The attack by the two anti-tank teams just now was simply suicide, because no one had any experience in fighting tanks, and they discovered it as soon as they entered the scene.
The reality is different from imagination.
Without specialized training, Zhou Qingfeng's verbal descriptions were useless. One soldier was even frightened by the rumbling iron guy and died in vain.
But now that both anti-tank groups were finished, 'Old Machine Gun' only had the machine gun in his hand. He felt that he couldn't run away, so he simply took the gun and attacked the tank head-on.
"'Old Machine Gun', you damn idiot, I taught you all in vain. Who told you to fight tanks like this?" A roar came from behind.
‘Old Machine Gun’ felt like someone was picking up his neck and dragging him away. But when he heard the yelling, he didn’t panic at all. Instead, he shouted happily: “Squad leader, you’re not dead!”
"Aim at the back of the tank and hit me." Zhou Qingfeng dragged the 'old machine gun' for a few steps before he could no longer walk. The serious injuries to his chest and abdomen severely reduced his physical strength. He could only push the 'old machine gun' and shouted: "
I'll throw the grenade to cover, and you go around to the back to support Doudin, who's going to blow up the tank."
"What?" 'Old Machine Gun' said to himself: 'Doudin' can blow up tanks?
"Stop talking nonsense and go quickly." Zhou Qingfeng breathed heavily. He took off a few grenades from his waist gear and threw them away while pulling the ring. "I'm seriously injured. Now I can only watch 'Ding Bean'."
The 'old machine gun' was no longer wasting time, and started to take a detour while holding the machine gun. The M4A3E8 that was so close at hand was still moving forward, and the few American soldiers following it were moving forward cautiously.
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The 'old machine gun' didn't go far, found an opening, and started shooting at the enemy behind the tank. As soon as the gunfire rang out from his side, the tank immediately turned its turret and aimed at it, and the American soldiers behind it also sprayed bullets nervously.
In just a few seconds, a U.S. soldier emptied the magazine of the Garand, retracted the tank and reloaded the ammunition. Without waiting for him to change the ammunition, he suddenly heard a screaming voice coming from close by.
Suddenly, he threw away his rifle, took out his pistol, took a rough aim, and kept firing.
A smoking five kilogram explosive bag was thrown from the direction of the sound.